The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1887-04-14
A Little Child Led Her.

1t surely is true, that God moves in
a mysterious way, His wonders to per-
form"
Listen to the facts of the following
case, then see if you will not agree:
A tall, handsome. stylish woman is
sitting in a private parlor of the Tenn
pie House. She and her escort had
come into the town just after break
fast. Her companion was a very quiet,
dignified, gentlemanly sort of a party,
and had registered simply as DR.. Les
ter and lady" The west-bound train
they waited for was due at z p. m.
Evidently the gentleman was occupied
with business, as he had been absent
from the hotel save at the noon hour.
Then 'Dr. Lester and LADY, had dined
together in the private parlor.
They had seemed on the best of terms,
very friendly, but just a little reserved,
or o guard in their manner. After
a slow, cosy, lettering dinner the Doc
tor rose to depart. II dislike leaving
you so alone, Myra, but it is best doubt
less, and you will, l believe. You will
pardon me then?" And he gave her a
kind, calm smile.
Certainly, Doctor! Don't think of
me as lonesome, and l understand, of
course, that your business cannot be
delayed" which latter was wholly to
blind the waitress. They shook hands
and parted blandly.
How should any maid or servant sus-
pect them to be a runaway couple?
Who should scent an elopment in the
calm conduct of this reserved couple?
Thus did they throw dust in the eyes
of observers; for this mild-mannered
man was guilty of the blacklist treach-
cry toward the man he had loved as a
brother. God help us! How love of a
woman can mar and unmake us!
This woman, this graceful, queenly
Myra, was one of the chilliest, most
vIrtuous of women, yet this terrible
love had "gone to her head" and she,
too, vas undone.
At this Testers bidding, she had
concluded to ignore the ties that had
become chains and bonds, and to snap
her letters and be free! This silly
short-sighted sister of ours lost
sight OF the fact that, though she ig-
the truth. yet it wa not quenched,
and that broken links make more
dangerous wounds than a whole chain
worn with patient grace!
So all was going wrong. Madam
Myra sitting alone by her parlor
window leant her golden head on one
shapely hand and let her mind roam at
will.
ing about town, thinking of her, with
head bent and hands clasped behind
him al was his fashion. Suppose-ah!
suppose arthur should encounter him!
but she sighed with relief. That was
impossible, for only two days ago he
had started for a city directly in the
opposite direction from this one. Poor
Arthur! Yes, after all, poor Arthur
How would his wonderful pride be
shattered. to return and find his wife
had run awayi
Yes, whether he loved her or not as
he used to. yet he had much pride in
her beauty, her integrity, her social
station. Social station? What would
be her position hereafter? And her
cheeks grew warm. What was she
now? Who would have believed she.
the v~irtuous Christian lady, could have
come to this? She who had ever been
so free and proud, and self-possessed!
She struck her two palms together
and locked her hands in her lap. Oh,
why, why had she done this?
True, her husband, this cool, calm.
superior Arthur, neglected her in a
way. but how much worse he might
have been to her! And he had always
trusted her, and had never dreamed
she could prove wicked and vile like
many other women; and if other wom-
en- who ran away from their husbands
with men they liked better were vile.
so in common justice. she. too, must be
vilei And yet in common justice also,
she must say it was no vulgar passion
that had led to this step.
Arthur, absorbed in business. seemed
cool and careless toward her. ana her
soul Ion red for a perfect friendship.
Yet when they had parted two days be-